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every night, a part of me dies with you. every time in my dreams, I see you disappear. heart pounds, stomach twists, head spins. a human drum tuned to the air, I shudder. behind closed eyes, I watch your demise over and over. you could have been me. now you're gone. and gone again, every night - I die with you, without knowing - who were you? |
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so tired and bitter uprooted, I wander asleep on my feet and no place to call home yet hopelessly homelessly searching for something here not finding whatever I have been looking for. one place to another, still nowhere to call home. |
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like a black bear in winter; like an oak at first frost; like a contented child, warm and safe; like tropical cities at midday, in the heat - I sleep, dreaming deep. |
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there's a song in winter's silence a melody that speaks of frost there are lyrics, in my empty mind; a tune, and she's the song - she's my requiem the sound of tears; the silence of snowfall. she's the pain we carry, bittersweet - we all keep smiling on. numb as I am, the music screams this lullaby, and she's the song and she's my requiem I mourn a girl I thought I knew; I mourn a heart I've always loved. I mourn the song to which I've known the lyrics but never caught the tune. she's a song, and she's my requiem. I hear you, passing on. |
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I cannot hear, I cannot breathe. and everything's breaking something's got to give - I'm not giving anymore. to what do I owe? you say time? well, times change. and lives, and loves and stories end. I cannot breathe, you cannot hear what the hell is wrong? something's got to give, and I'm not giving anymore. what's going to get me through? you say love? well, love this. |